Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) (45 page)

It was the primary reason they were leaving the bubble early because no matter what happened, they had to be on that roof as close to the time of their departure as possible. Getting up to the roof unseen was going to be another tricky matter that they were going to have to deal with. Maybe little Nod would be willing to keep their secret. He already had so much difficulty with linear time lines that maybe no one would notice if he started talking about Ferris and Armand being together when they weren’t, at least not yet.

She was getting
a headache thinking about the time line: the future, which hadn’t happened yet, was their past, which was long gone. They were probably going to have to call on Omar... Apollo. After all, he managed to keep her a secret for nearly four hundred and fifty years.

As the sun set, they stepped out of the bubble and back to reality. A nearly silent pop let them know that the bubble was gone
and there was no going back even if they wanted to return. With Armand’s arm draped over her shoulders, they took a step when a cloud of smoke abruptly appeared in front of them, blocking their exit out of the alley. As the smoke billowed, a colorfully clad Omari stepped out, waving his hand in front of his face and coughing, “Damn smoke bombs. They look impressive but they’re hell on the lungs.”

A smile split Ferris’s face as she saw her old friend but she stopped herself from taking a step forward. Nervously, she glanced at Armand to gauge his reaction. The gorgeous man was wearing a ferocious scowl and if Ferris didn’t know him she would have thought he was furious. But his green eyes sparkled and she relaxed.

“What’s with the disguise, old man?” Armand asked gruffly, not quite able to hide the amusement in his voice. “You no longer have to hide your true self from my mate.”

Omari’s eyes widened a fraction of a moment before his lips spread into a wide grin and he morphed into Apollo. His blinding beauty was almost too painful to look at; he was brighter than the sun. “Ah! I came to inspect the collapse of a bubble and what should I find but two of my favorite people.
Together. And, um, Armand, you’re not frozen in stone.”

His brow drew together as he closed his eyelids, his eyes moving rapidly beneath. Suddenly, a beatific smile curved his lips as he pierced them with his hazel eyes and clapped his hands together. “Ah, yes, now I remember. I formed the bubble ages ago. Of course, it was only a few months for you, wasn’t it? I see everything worked out and….” He tilted his head to the side as he examined Armand, “You’ve been Dragon-Mated.
Interesting.”

The stern expression on Armand’s face broke and he stepped forward, embracing his father who could easily pass for his brother, “It’s good to see you, father.”

Startled, Apollo hesitated only a moment before he returned the hug. A look of such bliss fell over the god’s face that Ferris felt tears fill her eyes. When the hug was over, Apollo stepped back and cleared his throat as a hint of color climbed into his perfect cheeks. “Yes, well, it’s good you two are back but you’re early.” He glanced at his empty wrist and added, “You have nearly three months left.”

“Yes, well,” Ferris shrugged her shoulders. “We have to get home, you know, and we have to cross an ocean to do that.”

He smiled playfully and snapped his fingers and the three of them were standing in his shop, only Ferris wasn’t sure if it was his shop in Chicago or Saint Paul or perhaps a million other places. Chuckling, he flung himself onto a chair and motioned for them to join him. “We are in Saint Paul, sweetheart. And I suggest the four of you keep your butts settled here until it’s time to join me on the roof. Just, no kissing and necking in front of me. I might get jealous.”

Blushing, Ferris lowered her eyes to avoid looking at either of the two men in the room with her. Armand’s fingers drifted over her cheek before he tilted her chin up. Love and adoration
shined so brightly in his green eyes she forgot how to breathe. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before he rested his forehead against hers, “I love you.”

It was exactly what she needed to hear. Relaxing into him, she followed him down as they sat on an overstuffed love seat. Abruptly, Ferris shot up and looked between Apollo and Armand, the god and the gargoyle. She had the sudden, overwhelming urge to go outside and breathe in the air of this century, this city.

“Ferris, no,” Apollo warned.

“It’s just for a moment,” she said, already walking towards the door, her eyes beseeching the two men to understand something she didn’t. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”

Before they could protest, she slid through the door and crashed into Ajreis. He looked at her, a wide smile brightening his human face, “Ferris! I thought you were back at the Castle painting.”

“I… was?” she said, surprised by the upwelling of love she felt for her lifelong friend. Impulsively, she closed the distance between them and hugged him, grateful for all he had done for her through the years. “It’s good to see you,
Aj.”

He awkwardly patted her arms, obviously uncomfortable with the contact. “
Fer, you saw me not fifteen minutes ago. You were threatening to throw paint on me if I didn’t go outside and enjoy the warm night. You were also wearing a streak of fuchsia paint across your cheek… You’re not the Ferris I just saw.”

“Um, no,” she admitted. It was pointless trying to lie because he knew her too well. They had been through too much together to lie to him. Taking his hands in hers, she led him to one of the benches that
was dotted throughout the city. “It’s complicated.”

“Where you’re concerned it usually is,” he teasingly agreed. Reaching up, he touched her cheek and tilted his head to
the side. “You’re happy, Ferris, really, truly happy.”

Her smile lit up her face as she nodded, “I am and I have you to thank for it,
Ajreis, my oldest and dearest friend.”

He stared at her with an utterly blank expression. “What did I do?”

“You gave up your nights to Felicity,” she beamed before her smile faltered and she realized what she had done. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she muttered, “Ignore me.”

But
Ajreis had heard her and he sat up straighter. “How? How did I give her my nights? What happens?”

“I don’t know if it was the new moon or the full moon,” Ferris spoke from behind her hand, hoping she was doing the right thing. “But it worked and Armand was freed.”

He stood up and started pacing, excitement coming off him in waves. Abruptly, he stopped and looked at her with a wide grin, “The new moon is in a few days. Felicity will be anxious to help.”

Ferris tilted her head to the side and arched an eyebrow, “You know Felicity?”

Red stained his cheeks; the cheeky imp had kept a huge secret from her. Unable to help herself, she laughed. “Don’t tell me, Aj, I don’t want to know.”

“So, if it doesn’t work on the new moon it will on the full moon?” he asked, hope making his
pale brown eyes an almost beautiful topaz. At her nod, he kissed her soundly on the cheek. “I’ve got a best friend to save and a girl to seduce… I’ve got to go.”

The urgency she had to step outside of the shop disappeared as abruptly as it came and mindlessly, she walked back into the shop, a dazed expression on her face. Armand was by her side in the next moment, his arms around her and he looked at her with concern, “Are you alright?”

She nodded, looking up at him in stunned disbelief, “I’m the one who told Ajreis how to break the spell.”

He tried to not laugh but his face cracked and a chuckle escaped before he could stop it. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, kissing the top of her head while trying to stifle his laughter, “Only you, Ferris
, only you.”

A Return to the Present

“Come on, you two,” Apollo’s voice sang out as he sat down on the bed, nudging Ferris closer to Armand with his hip. Ignoring the sleepy grumbles, he continued in a cheery voice, “I have things to do in a few minutes so if you want to get up to the roof on time I’ll give you a lift.”

Armand grinned as Ferris snuggled further into him. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep but she was so warm and snuggly that when he lay down with her to get her to rest he simply succumbed as well. Since their return to the present he had spent nearly every day as a man. Not because they intentionally had sex to keep him human during the day but because they indulged themselves every chance they got and were always joined when the sun rose. There had been one day he had stayed as a gargoyle
and Ferris had curled herself up in his arms and spent the entire day resting against his stone chest.

He had no complaints but as much as he loved it he was concerned because Ferris was so tired lately. It would probably be best if he let her get her sleep at night and return to his gargoyle form during the day for a few days. Hugging her tightly, he simply breathed in her sweet scent and let her rest a while longer.

“The fun is about to start, guys,” Apollo continued undeterred. “You don’t want to miss all of the explosive fireworks and melodrama, do you?”

“There were no fireworks,” Ferris mumbled, pressing her nose into Armand’s neck and breathing in deeply. Ar
mand loved it when she did that. He loved the feel of her nose as it pressed against him, the puff of her breath as she breathed out, the swell of her breasts against his chest as she breathed in.

“I swear if you two don’t get up I’ll pull the blankets off,” Apollo threatened.

“Don’t do that,” Ferris managed, her eyes still closed, her body relaxed. “We’re naked.”

“Hmm, that puts me in a difficult position,” Apollo murmured thoughtfully. “For I would
love to see you naked but I’d rather not see Armand in all of his naked splendor.”

His father’s jokes no longer bothered Armand because he knew Apollo had put Ferris behind him. He hadn’t really had a choice because in the end, or the beginning, Ferris had chosen Armand. Nothing his father did would ever shake his faith in Ferris again. If, upon occasion, Apollo looked at Ferris with longing in his hazel eyes, Armand
could only sympathize because Ferris was one hell of a woman.

Ferris’s hand smoothed over his chest and Armand’s breath caught in his throat
. The little minx wouldn’t dare….  His hips jerked as she curled her fingers around his erection, slowly gliding her hand up and down. He felt her sleepy smile against his chest and he loved her. Gods, he loved her.

“It will be even more difficult if you don’t leave,” Ferris growled, popping one eye open and teasingly glaring at Apollo. “I plan on giving my husband a proper wake up kiss and if you’re not out of here in, say, two seconds, you’ll be seeing a lot more of his naked splendor than you would ever want.”

Apollo held up his hands and slowly backed out of the room, a grin on his lips as he conceded defeat, “Okay, you win. Just be ready in fifteen and don’t do anything that will hurt the baby.”

Ferris’s hand stilled on his penis and they looked at one another with matching dumbfounded expressions. Sitting up in bed they stared at the door, Ferris struggling into a lacy bra as the blankets pooled around their waists. As one, they called out, “Apollo!”

He appeared in an instant, a beaming smile lighting his face, making him even more brilliant that usual. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know? I mean, you’re about three months along.”

Ferris looked just as thunderstruck as
Armand felt and when she spoke, her voice was velvety soft, “But, we’ve never had sex while he was a gargoyle. I mean, that’s how Jenna and Melanie got pregnant and well, we’ve never done it that way.”

“Yeah, but they weren’t Dragon-Mate
d,” Apollo explained slowly, as if Ferris and Armand should have already known this. “And neither of them were young goddesses.”

Armand’s hand slipped to Ferris’s flat stomach, meeting Ferris’s hand which was already there. Their dragon tattoos were lined up perfectly in that position and just as Ferris and Armand were touching hands Fray and
Zilahr were touching claws.

Ferris moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, something that Armand found so
arousing even when his brain was being fried in amazement. Her voice was even softer as she asked, “Is he a dragon or a gargoyle?”